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Hell, why not Zooey Deshanel? This would be awesome. Happy holiday season, friends. Yes, "oxblood" and purple are very big this season. In part 1 we maybe have discussed mostly food, but this time, due to the blog's original purposes, it's time to attend some fashion business! For your pleasure, I divided my input into two busy paragraphs — one about shopping and fashion brands, another — about a fun day of hair and culture.

As you may already know, I was lucky enough to live in Wicker Par, where the intersection of Damen, North Avenue and Milwakee await the shopper with an abundance of cute spending joints.

Second hand and design prevail, plus some Portland-like touches: Myopic Books is a second-hand book heaven. Quimby's has all the magazines you can imagine. Plus, here are some brands discovered courtesy of the area: An American bran that's been around for a while, specializing in cozy knitwear, printed t-shirts and the rest of this great looking nonchalant style that looks so good in street fashion blogs. Also carry clothes, but the shoes are especially awesome. Local Chicago pride, this brand has delicately printed dresses and shirts begging to be worn.

Don't let the gloomy model on the website confuse you — the clothes are divine. Hot dogs, coffee, graffiti and hair — Chicago mix. This is a very girly, well-heated recommendation for a fun day in the city. One of Chicago's more "alternative" read: Finally, you can watch a good movie, get your hair into shape and shop for lingerie at one spot, without ever having to leave the warm space. The film I saw was Rust and Bone, and it's a must even if you aren't super-cold and dying for shelter.

I'll leave you with the picture of the house that was my home for those cold, yet memorable weeks. See you next time back in California! So, as promised, Chicago! I arrived here at the coldest season of all, and right upon arrival the "windy city" made its intentions clear — to make my nose fall off.

With that being said, once you stock up on gloves, hoodies, a big coat and some patience, things start looking up. Unlike the "up and coming" Portland, Chicago doesn't have anything to prove — it's an established myth-maker and society-shaker, and its food has a country-wide fame. Then you must have seen it on the American version of "Shameless". But if you arrive here fresh-faced and unassuming, this is what you may find out:. The attributes of a cool neighborhood?

Graffiti, local hipsters I know this word is not great anymore — but they're here and they're still hipsters and cute little fashion shops coming next week and eateries. I stayed in Wicker Park and enjoyed it immensely — the amount of good second hand fashion is second to none, but also fun, from what I had time to check out, are Lakeview and Wrigleyville. Three busy streets, hours of browsing: When they say a place is "urban", whatever do they mean? After visiting Chicago, I got the point.

Something about the architecture, all brick and panels, combined with the winding, minimal streets and the subway, which is not a subway at all — it all results in a tough, rugged yet charming "concrete jungle" feel.

They say come summertime, and Chicago turns into a bike-ridden, sidewalk-boasting resort, but during the winter I find it kinda hard to believe. Chicago-native "classic" grub is heavy, fatty and very often lacking nuances, the kind of food some people may enjoy through the cold weeks.

This is not New York or San Francisco, although seeds of creativity constantly break through the asphalt in recent years. Some of you may be familiar with the most famous Chicago gimmick — the deep dish pizza, a concoction where the tomato sauce hides a thick layer of cheese and a thicker layer of baked dough.

Yummy, but not as tasty as it's entertaining. If you look harder though, you may notice the more successful attempts of playing with street-food.

I stumbled on three of them, completely by accident. At the very root of Armitage street, there's a little smoky corner place named Butcher and the Burger.

Inside, couples and individuals sit submissively and chew of a very good hamburger, made from fresh beef. At the register, you choose your meat, your seasoning and you toppings, and if your eyes wander, there's a shrimpburger and some kind of complicated Japanese-inspired creation.

Then you sit and wait, until a relatively small a big plus for me! Then you join the chewing folk. The taco is an acclaimed star of the Mexican cuisine, and if you like it big, meaty and filling, Chicago has a lot to offer. But an especially yummy taco was located, the horror, at the very center of hipsterdom, right on Milwakee avenue, at a new and sophisticated looking spot called, ironically, Antique Taco.

The menu is filled with scary-sounding sausages, duck confit hamburgers and three clever versions of Gyro, the Greek shawarma best known as a late-night drinking crave. I had the octopus Gyro, and my eyebrows jumped up with surprise at every bite.

The food is not very expensive, but the portions are not huge, so plan accordingly. Or bring your sugar daddy.

And one more thing: An ex-local friend and the girl that did my highlights! I took their advice, brought some local girlfriends, and what can I say — this is the ultimate "local in the city" experience. No sign on the building, a line at the entrance, an atmosphere of hyped-up glamour and secrecy — of course you feel awkward and silly, but I think the occasional standing-in-line-excited-for-something-unknown ritual keeps you young, you know?

Inside, there's no standing with your cocktail, only sitting in huge armchairs or by the bar, the lighting is dim and the music is seductive. Not a "sexy" place of the sweaty, pick-up kind, but a classy hangout worthy of a new dress. Red carpet coverage often resembles getting back with the ex — you know it was boring and uninspiring before, and you know deep inside it's going to be just the same all over again, yet a fake, squeaky voice inside you cheers: Year after year, with almost no exceptions, the media looks up, excited and adrenaline-pumped, to the award season, and the award season repays it with another volume of dull columns dresses, tedious full skirts and unjustified cleavages.

Can't the actresses do a better job choosing a gown? And why picking "color" over another black snooze-fest became just about enough for the critics to praise the "brave" star? I do know this — that with a little help from the 10 following creations, found quite easily on Style.

If you want to be quirky: Ulyana Sergiyenko Couture Fall Why: Half expensive milkmaid, half Les Miserables extra, this dress is just so hillarious. Trust a Russian designer to do so deliciously overboard.

This is an especially sedative choice. Drape it, ruffle it, make it strapless — a nude gown is most likely to underperform anyways. But not if it has little pumpkins on it! Or is it roses?

How far can a black sheath go? Pretty far, if it's done right. Unfortunately, most black numbers on the red carpet are tulle-infused or lace-overdosed, and a big yawn. Based on her last escapades, none other than Anne Hathaway. Not every dress that sparkles also shines, and a whole lot of forgettable sequined gowns can prove it.

This is an artistic, bold alternative. Marion Cotillard could be great this. Sienna Miller or Hayden Panettiere. Usually, a printed gown ends up being a disaster. Because everyone's after the cheapest print of all — flowers. How about some totally adorable yet sexy polka dots instead? Cleavages tend to photograph horribly, and it's a known fact. This otherwise conservative dress turns the sneak peek into a delightful surprise.

Every award show, there's a young actress that chooses to go midi. Sometimes it works, sometimes it fails — but it rarely lives to its full potential. Holly Fulton, one of my all-time favorites, provides us with an example for a whimsical, sexy, sharp choice. Jenifer Laurens has the body for it.

Does she have the guts? Granted, lady-like is unbearably boring. But boring doesn't have to be ugly, folks! This elegant gown is Kate Middleton-worthy, and even kind of exciting. Only true mavens of style, or might it be aliens who descended upon us for the award season, can carry out shapeless stuff. But shapeless can be fun, too, as this dress proves. But since they're not invited, here's a wild card: Awards shows sometimes serve as initiation ceremonies for younger starlets.

The younger starlets in question often opt for bedspread-like horrors. This gown is a refreshing step forward. Elle Fanning, Chloe Moretz, you got the point. I couldn't resist but to sum this crazy, interesting, varied year with my own summary. Fashion, but today we focus on my personal cultural highs and some lows. My massive Charlize Theron obsession this year came as a surprised — out of nowhere, her husky voice, her flawless looks and her unbelievable vulnerability in Yong Adult came together fell into place, and I realized she's my current "favorite actress".

But it was the youngest Olsen who truly made my year, in a totally different way. Her face sweet as a peach, her red carpet choices ripe and random, and her performance in Martha Macy May Marlene as haunting and fresh as a newcomer can get, she portrays the ultimate, earthy-yet-fabulous, girl crush.

And Charlize, she'll always be Charlize. It was the timing —flat, boring, zero-happening summer, which made the Olympics so desirable. Or was it the cool location — London, the place where Spice Girls come to die?

Pretty far, if it's done right. Unfortunately, most black numbers on the red carpet are tulle-infused or lace-overdosed, and a big yawn. Based on her last escapades, none other than Anne Hathaway. Not every dress that sparkles also shines, and a whole lot of forgettable sequined gowns can prove it.

This is an artistic, bold alternative. Marion Cotillard could be great this. Sienna Miller or Hayden Panettiere. Usually, a printed gown ends up being a disaster. Because everyone's after the cheapest print of all — flowers.

How about some totally adorable yet sexy polka dots instead? Cleavages tend to photograph horribly, and it's a known fact. This otherwise conservative dress turns the sneak peek into a delightful surprise. Every award show, there's a young actress that chooses to go midi. Sometimes it works, sometimes it fails — but it rarely lives to its full potential. Holly Fulton, one of my all-time favorites, provides us with an example for a whimsical, sexy, sharp choice.

Jenifer Laurens has the body for it. Does she have the guts? Granted, lady-like is unbearably boring. But boring doesn't have to be ugly, folks! This elegant gown is Kate Middleton-worthy, and even kind of exciting.

Only true mavens of style, or might it be aliens who descended upon us for the award season, can carry out shapeless stuff. But shapeless can be fun, too, as this dress proves. But since they're not invited, here's a wild card: Awards shows sometimes serve as initiation ceremonies for younger starlets. The younger starlets in question often opt for bedspread-like horrors. This gown is a refreshing step forward. Elle Fanning, Chloe Moretz, you got the point.

I couldn't resist but to sum this crazy, interesting, varied year with my own summary. Fashion, but today we focus on my personal cultural highs and some lows.

My massive Charlize Theron obsession this year came as a surprised — out of nowhere, her husky voice, her flawless looks and her unbelievable vulnerability in Yong Adult came together fell into place, and I realized she's my current "favorite actress". But it was the youngest Olsen who truly made my year, in a totally different way. Her face sweet as a peach, her red carpet choices ripe and random, and her performance in Martha Macy May Marlene as haunting and fresh as a newcomer can get, she portrays the ultimate, earthy-yet-fabulous, girl crush.

And Charlize, she'll always be Charlize. It was the timing —flat, boring, zero-happening summer, which made the Olympics so desirable. Or was it the cool location — London, the place where Spice Girls come to die? As long as we got to stare, adoringly and passively, at the runners, the swimmers and the athletes, it didn't really matter.

Walter White got kinky and ruthless, and his nemesis Mike was one shady character. Don started losing it on Mad Men. The normally cuddly William H.

Macy turned into drunk-ass Frank on Shameless, Wilfred, the horniest dog alive, disturbed the neighborhood peace, the incredible Michael Fassbender fucked and lied his was through Shame and the sleazy, soon-to-be-irrelevant stripper in Magic Mike, courtesy of the sweaty, ripped Mathew Mcconaghey, disgusted and charmed us.

It was, undoubtedly, the year of men gone bad, so bad it was a pleasure to watch. No wonder my most active Pinterest board is all about that. Kinfolk, folks, is the future of print magazines — expensive and sleek, it has a genius concept you'll have to find out yourself , state of the art photography, just the right amount of hipster, and an overall aura of quality and excitement.

Look it up on Amazon and let it make your I admit comedies never were my favorite TV genre. But when I found myself laughing, numerous time per episode, while watching New Girl, I had no choice but to declare this quirky show my new best comic friend. Zooey Deschanel is perfect as a teacher with growing up issues, and her roommates — the douchy Schmidt, the secretly sensitive Nick and the clueless Winston, are spot on.

Believable yet hilarious plots add to the charm, so as the little nuances and cameos Jamie Lee Curtis! How cynical I was when I found out you'll be based on the Israeli show "Abducted". How long I waited before joining the ranks of my roommates to enjoy you — for a whole month we'd walk around frazzled and tense, avoiding spoilers and waiting for the next episode to drop.

Now, by the end of season 2, it's safe to announce the real star of this spy-politics-drama hot mess: One moment, sexy as a beast, another-lost like a little girl, Carrie was a brave and challenging year-maker.

Everyone loves a good comeback. But there are those PR-born, predictable comebacks, and then there are those who seem to be written by visionaries. Such is the comeback of Ben Afflek, not until long ago a shitty actor who mistook Jennifer Lopez for a wife, and now a solid husband of another Jennifer, Gardner, a proud father of 3, still a pretty shitty actor, but —it's even better — also an appraised and soon to be Oscar nominated film director.

When the media has so much fun saying "Affleck" and "quality" in the same sentence, it's hard not to join this good-hearted party. And the fact he suddenly turned quite sexy, with those chunky sweaters? She cut her hair and colored it blond. Giovanni Ribisi dumped her to secretly marry the model Anegys Deyn. She threw bitter interviews and spoke of change. This year, the re-emergence of Cat Power, the velvety-voiced siren and the only vocalist whose sound goes well with my writing and studying, was marked by a personal experience — I caught her performing live in Boston.

Bewitching, adorably clumsy and possessed by her talent, she completed the conquest of my heart within two hours of pure magic. Still ever so great. A good year summary is not complete without a stand-out movie — a well crafted indie or a huge blockbuster that had us all abuzz.

We Need To Talk About Kevin, directed by Lynne Ramsay, doesn't fall into any of the categories — it's just a disturbed, highly atmospheric film, that delivers Tilda Swinton in her finest and sticks to you weeks and weeks after viewing.

The unconventional and the opposite of politically-correct topic is the biggest bonus here, but so is the growing, beautifully shot feeling that's something really fucked up is about to happen.

Enlightened brings Laura Dern back to our lives, Magic Mike check out the soundtrack! Stuff that made annoying: The discourse around Lana Del Ray and the singer herself, Katie and Tom's divorce saga as boring and "believable" as their marriage , Jessica Biel the most unjustified woman on the red carpet , Weeds' poor ending, the bestseller The Perks Of Being a Wall Flower read it and come on board with me , Anna Karenina — the movie Keira Knightley? As a passionate Russian? Let's tuck them away in Baby Gap and never talk about them again.

As always around this time of year, we are bombarded with "gift guides" — collages of sweet little nothings and knick-knacks that magazines want you to buy. Do you really need a stuffed bear shaped bottle warmer? Well, as Christmas-Chanukah-New Year is in full swing already, I decided to come up with my own gift guide.

And just to eliminate doubts, I DO need those gifts, people! Maybe you'll find them as adorable as I do. Every girl could use a pretty red dress, especially around this time of year. Madewell ear muffs, to keep me warm during the cold rainy days Northern California can surprise you with.

I'd go with the classic beige tone though — nothing pink or flashy. These ones are pretty perfect. A bespoke limited edition powder compact with my zodiac sign on it there are plenty of other signs to go around, of course — Estee Lauder somehow managed to read my mind on this one. A cruiser bicycle — sky-blue, light and fast like the wind.

I wouldn't mind trading my old scruffy bike for this beauty. One can never have enough. I fell in love with Yotam Ottolenghi's "Plenty" a while ago, as it makes me crave vegetables I've never heard of before.

So what if I've never seen a Bond movie? I The Living Daylights polish, from the Skyfall collection , is the perfect choice for the holidays — glittery, happy, a little mischievous. A chunky sweater — did I mention it's cold here, people?

When the weather is grey and gloomy, I turn to color blocking. I saw these, by Coloblock Shop on Etsy, in Instyle's gift guide actually, and fell in love with them on the spot. Sometimes gift guides do come handy. Pickles and jerky — food passions for the rustic girl.

Too bad the delivery is so limited. I wouldn't call myself a Andy Warhol fan. I love big jewelry as much as I like it colorful. As I'm always annoyed by the slippery qualities of the bracelet, a cuff is a far better choice — this Fiona Paxton bling waiting for the Israeli readers at Alma botique is a great candidate.

Hell yeah, a Navajo printed umbrella! That's all I have to say on this one. Who could resist a dotty shoe? Those Opening Ceremony booties are fun and quirky enough, but also appear to be comfortable. And finally, something for the soul. If I can't have an original piece of art by this amazing woman, a print will do. It sure made me crave bright colors and folklore prints.

I can't skip some "to do" pointers if we're back to the big city. I got only 2 this time, and both of them have to do with food. I stumbled upon this place, Yo Yo's , and can't help by recommend it. Not only the Udon soup is cheap and the suahi fresh, this tiny place will also bring you to one of the prettiest neighborhoods, around Jackson Square.

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